Damon – POV
Gods.
I was so fucking close.
She had thrown herself at me—willing, wanting, mine.
One yank of that damned towel and her body had been bare, perfect, aching for my hands, my mouth, my cock. I could still feel her skin under my palms, still taste her moan on my tongue like a brand.
And yet—
I'd walked away.
Not because I wanted to. Hell no. I'd have rather dragged her onto that bed and spent the rest of the day fucking her senseless until her legs refused to work and all she knew was my name, my touch, me.
But I couldn't.
Not yet.
Because while my mate had been seconds away from surrendering, the rest of the goddamn world was circling like wolves at the scent of blood.
The Alphas had come. Every one of them. From every region, every bloodline, every faction.
Not because they respected me.
Not yet.
